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Tim-mber-r-r! Down the Hill!

I have cut a million trees, On a thousand hills My tools have left their traces. The mighty pine and tamarack Have fallen in all sorts of places. The fir, and larch, and towering spruce Have bowed beneath my axe and saw. They ‘bit the dust’, as I knew they must, In weather both mild and raw. From tiny seeds those trees had grown, And reached toward the sky. I got a mighty thrill, when I sent them down the hill But I hated to...

The Simple Truth

If you think of going mining, Better stop and think some more. For if you do, you’ll be worse off Than you ever were before. Every cent you can beg or borrow, Will go into the ground. You never will be satisfied, ‘Till you have drilled another ‘round’. You will work like a fool From daylight ‘till dark, You will find that mining Isn’t much of a lark. What little rest you get Won’t do you much good. When you should be...

The Mistreated Pup

It was the middle of winter and awfully bleak, The water was frozen, in pond and creek. The snow was deep, frigid and white, As the little pup suffered alone in the night. He had been thrown from a big shining car, Had landed in a ditch, with a bonebreaking jar. The car sped away, was soon out of sight, Leaving the broken legged puppy, in a terrible plight. He whimpered and moaned, and howled with pain But there was no kind...

A Midnight Feast

A Midnight Feast A coyote sat upon a hill, Far above the valley, And broadcast the news about his kill, A call for kin to rally. From across a canyon to the north, An answer comes a ringing. From the south, and east, and west, Come echoes of their singing. One by one they gathered ‘round, The bleeding doe there on the ground. And ate their fill, ‘mid snarling sound. Two deer less next year. ~Kenneth Browning Photo...